Page 6 of Inevitable

Drew lifted his hands and grabbed the headboard of the bed as Ezra started moving. He countered every roll of Ezra’s hips with arching his back, meeting Ezra thrust for thrust. They both gasped for air as their bodies slammed together with abandon.

Ezra’s dick slapped against his abdomen, the head angry and flushed, slick with precum.

“Can you come without hands?” Drew panted because, fuck, he wanted that. Wanted to drive Ezra so crazy with need and desire that he’d come just from Drew’s dick inside him.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Drew drove up into Ezra with determination. He tilted his hips, trying to find the angle that would push Ezra over the edge. The keening yell that fell from Ezra’s lips alerted Drew to his success. He doubled down, jamming himself inside Ezra with abandon.

“Close,” Ezra gasped, and not able to resist, Drew pulled Ezra down and slammed their lips together. Ezra’s cock was trapped between their stomachs, and the pressure was what did it. Ezra’s muscles locked around Drew’s dick, and then spasm after spasm overtook Ezra’s body.

The sight of Ezra writhing on top of him, eyes closed, head thrown back, cum oozing out of his cock in steady pulses, and the smell of sex all around them was what made the coil of pleasure snap inside Drew.

He slammed his hips up again and again, twitching and jerking inside Ezra but unwilling to stop moving until he’d taken everything he could out of that moment.

Pleasure squeezed his insides into nothing as the outside world ceased to exist until the only thing left was a swirl of bliss.

Aftershocks rippled over Ezra’s skin as he lay in Drew’s arms, breathing harshly, heart racing, shivers raking over his body as his body cooled down.

Drew wrapped his arms around Ezra and pressed his cheek against the top of his head.

“Stay?” he asked, voice suddenly too loud in the quiet room, confusion swirling in his mind. He had no idea where the plea had come from.

Ezra didn’t say anything, but after a while, his breathing evened out and he fell asleep in Drew’s arms. The soft exhales in the quiet room were at once unfamiliar and fucking perfect.

Usually, on nights like these, with a stranger next to him, Drew couldn’t wait to get home, but right then and there, with Ezra’s soft exhales in his ears and his steady heartbeat against Drew’s skin, wild horses couldn’t have dragged him away.

2

Bas’s studio space was in Fenway. The studio was Bas’s baby. He’d had a binder full of ideas when he was still in high school. Once done with college, he’d been writing business plans until his parents had deemed the idea good enough to invest in.

Of course, having his own space also meant that Bas had the infuriating habit of getting completely lost in his work. It was not rare for him to disappear into his music for days on end, only emerging when Drew dragged him out into the world of the living. Usually kicking and screaming.

Drew sighed. He was one to talk. He was working his ass off to make a name for himself in sports law, and now, at the age of twenty-eight, he was starting to get somewhere. He even had a pretty solid list of clients that included a big name from the NHL and an up-and-comer from the NFL. With each passing year, signing clients was becoming easier, but that also meant his workload had almost tripled in only a few years.

Sharon had hired him three years ago. She wasn’t much older than Drew, and a lot of people had raised their brows at her opening her own firm at such a young age, but Sharon was a shark, and together, they were making all the doubters eat their words.

Professionally, Drew was doing great. But the price of that success was seeing less of Bas because with Bas’s own hectic schedule, finding time to hang out was a pain in the ass.

Drew held the pastry bag between his teeth as he struggled to hold the two travel cups of coffee and unlock Bas’s studio door. He was not going to let morose thoughts ruin his one morning with Bas. They were both in the same place for a change, so he was going to enjoy every moment. He took a deep breath, tucked away the hope, and went to his best friend.

The studio was quiet. He placed the breakfast he’d brought with him on the little side table and made his way to the control room. Bas’s studio was small, just the two rooms, but Bas said he didn’t need more.

Drew found the man of the house on the couch that was pushed against the back wall of the control room. Bas was dead to the world, black hair a mess, clothes rumpled. He was breathing softly. He’d been up all night again, and Drew hoped Bas had something to show for it because a sleep-deprived Bas with no actual results to justify said sleepless night was an ornery son of a bitch.

Bas was a goddamn prodigy. Music was ingrained into his whole being, and since the moment Bas’s parents had hired Bas’s first piano teacher, a love affair for the ages had been born.

Drew had always been amazed by Bas’s gift. Every instrument Bas picked up seemed to turn into an extension of his body, Bas’s fingers knowing exactly what to do with it to coax out hauntingly beautiful melodies.

Drew loved watching Bas play. He’d get so lost in music that he’d forget the outside world even existed. The small crease of concentration between his brows would get deeper and deeper, notes flying out from under Bas’s fingers, melodies changing at a fervent pace until it was just right.

Bas couldn’t be stopped before the music he’d put down on the sheet in front of him matched what he’d heard in his mind. He’d once told Drew that when inspiration stroke, it felt like it wasn’t he himself that created the music, rather that it had been sent to him.

Drew crouched in front of the couch. It was stupid and careless, but he couldn’t help himself as he slid his fingers over Bas’s cheek. The usual five-o’clock shadow had turned into the beginnings of a beard from the last time Drew saw him in the daylight.

He thought about letting Bas sleep, but in the end, it turned out he was too selfish for that.

The summer grass eyes Drew had known most of his life—had loved most of his life—blinked open, and a lazy smile appeared on Bas’s lips.

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